Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

"Go!"

Zhuge Yi roared again.

The voice was a little weak, obviously exhausting the last bit of strength.

The hoarse voice penetrated through his limbs, mixed with the whirring sound from the side, making Sima Yu tremble all over!

struggle!hesitate!Finally turned into a splitting headache!After he raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, he looked at Zhuge Yi seriously, something flickered in his eyes, and he said with difficulty: "Wait for me."

Zhuge Yi didn't have the strength to answer him anymore, the pain in his leg had already made him break out in a cold sweat, and the smoke he inhaled made him gradually lose his consciousness, and he felt sleepy when he was exhausted, as if he was about to die in the next moment. passed out.

Swallowing down his worry and intolerance, he gritted his teeth and hugged Zhou Qiao, braved the fire, and rushed out towards the cold pure land outside the door.

This time, he was lucky enough to save his life. When he put Zhou Qiao away and was about to get up and go back again, he heard a loud noise behind him, a bang, and the house collapsed in an instant.

There are ruins exposed to the flames, shocking!

Sima Yu clenched his fist fiercely, his nails embedded in the flesh and blood of his palm, but he didn't feel any pain at all. I wanted to rush in, but I didn't want the smoke I just inhaled to be hidden in the trachea. At this moment, the blood gas rose and rushed to the head, and my vision blurred, and I passed out...

After a while, when everyone got up from midnight one by one, the house was already on fire.

At this moment, the flames filled the sky, exuding a thick and terrifying atmosphere.

When everyone was shocked, they began to frantically try to put out the fire. Zhou Qiao and Sima Yu were carried to the guest room, and a servant invited the imperial physician.

Among the crowd coming and going, someone glanced indifferently, and then took advantage of the situation to fight the fire, and took advantage of the chaos to escape quietly.

"Who can tell this king, what's going on?" Nan Puyue asked lightly, his eyes looked at the raging fire, and he stared motionlessly...

Everyone stopped walking, but no one answered for a long time.At this time, one of the guards guarding the gate stepped forward and replied: "Master Zuo Xiang and Mr. Taishi came in a hurry just now. They must have discovered that there was a fire here, so they came to rescue people."

Zhuge Yi is here too?Nan Puyue scanned the surroundings, but did not find Zhuge Yi's figure, and suddenly a bad premonition came to her heart.

"Has anyone seen Mr. Left Prime Minister?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, then shook their heads.

The fire was still burning, and the air was hot with desperation and dead silence.

He waved his hand restlessly, and the servants continued with their movements.

Frowning deeply, fear invaded his body, I don't know if it is an illusion or a dream at this time.

Without thinking too much, he began to wander around, looking around, but after half a day, he still didn't find that familiar figure.

Bai Rong quietly walked behind him, and whispered back: "My lord, Mr. Taishi was rescued just now." Then he said with a dark face, "When he woke up, he called Yidi in a panic, saying yes …He said something was still inside, and he also said to save him quickly, seeing that his mood was unstable, the imperial doctor gave him an injection, and now he has fallen asleep again.”

There was a cold wind blowing the corner of his clothes, and he was in a trance for a while, only a voice echoed in his ears.

Zhuge Yi... is still inside?

Zhuge Yi...

still inside...

As if unbelievable, Nan Puyue took two steps back in confusion, staggering, looking at the fire, with the despair of a drowning man and the collapse of a defeated army in her eyes, like a hedgehog without armor, vulnerable and vulnerable.

It seemed that something deep in his heart burst suddenly, and the sound of breaking could be vaguely heard, and the breath of death rushed out, staining his black eyes red.

The fire in front of me still has no tendency to decrease, and everything that should be burned has been burned, even if it is extinguished, it will be useless.

Suddenly, he yelled: "Stop all of them!"

Panic flashed in his eyes, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at everyone present.

Everyone held their breath and pursed their lips tightly, waiting to ask questions.

A deep voice sounded slowly: "You guys, really didn't you see Lord Zuoxiang?"

He repeated the last question word by word, for fear that they might not have heard clearly.

And as if they had made an appointment in advance, they shook their heads together, lowered their heads, and remained silent.

At this time, Ye Xiao let out a shrill cry, under the gloomy sky, only a scorching red light pierced into his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, that smile was very faint, it looked like a cage of faint smoke, before it slid to the side of the face, it was scattered in the cold wind sadly, until it gradually disappeared.

After a long time, he suddenly let out a nervous laugh.

The voice was so helpless and desolate.

Everything seemed so unreal, obviously when we met last time, he was still fine, I still remember the last sentence he said to himself, "Let's go home."

He felt a little mocking. Not long after his sister passed away, he was already beaten to pieces. Why?Why doesn't God let him go now?Why take away all the people he loves most from him one by one?

Standing there motionless, with a cold expression on his face, he stood for a long time, like a stone monument.

"My lord, do you want to inform the Taifu?" Bai Rong reminded in a low voice.

After a long time, Nan Puyue waved her hand feebly, showing no expression.

Bai Rong understood, and hurriedly took the order and left.

"Wait." Nan Puyue suddenly called him quietly.

He ran back a few steps: "My lord, what else can I do?"

Nan Puyue didn't move, her eyes were still looking at the burning fire, and after a moment of deep thought, she said slowly, "Tell me, is he really dead?"

The tone is calm, not like a question, but just like talking to yourself.

"This..." When asked this kind of question, Bai Rong couldn't think of how to answer it.

It's a bit ambiguous, but from his point of view and way of thinking, Zhuge Yi is almost dead, and Nuo Da's palace will not disappear for nothing, not to mention that even the guards said that the two came in together. Just now he heard with his own ears Sima Yu that he did not come out of the fire, and there were other servants, they all said that no one had seen them. Judging from such a clear analysis, they didn't die in the fire, what else could it be? ?

"Do you believe he's dead?" Nan Puyue continued to ask, still in a light tone.

Bai Rong felt a little heavy when he was asked, and said frankly: "My lord, to tell you the truth, I believe that you are dead." After speaking, he continued to comfort him, "My lord, you should not be sad, since things have happened , It’s useless for us to be sad again, the weather is cold and the air is cold, the fire is not to blame, if you accidentally hurt you, it will be troublesome, you’d better go back and rest earlier.”